Single Stone

Single Stone

A single stone thrown,

Can crack a glass ceiling.

But willing hands lay fallen,

Deep in apathy swimming.

Eyes observe

and minds are blurred,

By how easy is their stealing.

Salaries granted not earned,

Selfishness that borders on the absurd.

A menu does not a good meal make,

And advertising covers what is fake.

Blinded by power and perception,

And given sleight of hand,

The snakes hiss laughter and deception,

As the work gets done on command.

A single stone thrown,

Can crash a glass ceiling,

But my hands are tied and bound,

And the urge to leave is all I’m feeling.